Garret Turner

Travelling Merchant

Garret Turner, the traveling merchant, is a rugged figure, instantly recognizable by his perpetually messy dark hair that falls haphazardly over his weathered face. His sharp, observant eyes peek out from beneath unruly locks, constantly scanning for potential customers and hidden dangers alike.
Garret is rarely seen without his large, overflowing backpack, strapped securely to his back and filled to the brim with an eclectic assortment of goods. From exotic spices and rare herbs to curious trinkets and practical tools, Garret's inventory is as diverse as his clientele.
Beside him trudges his faithful mules, sturdy and patient beasts heavily laden with additional wares. The mule's saddlebags bulge with merchandise, jingling and clinking with every step.
Despite the weight he carries, both physical and metaphorical, Garret remains a cheerful and engaging presence. His quick wit and endless stories of far-off lands make him a beloved figure among the towns and villages he visits. Whether bartering with a shrewd farmer or sharing a drink with a weary traveler, Garret's warm demeanor and undeniable charm ensure that he is always welcome, wherever his journeys may take him.

Physical Description

Apparel & Accessories

"I've got plenty o' loverly thins fo' sell. I buy n' sell!"

#	Weapons	Q	F	Price
1	Shield (Buckler)			18/2
1	Pistol		Ugly	4GC
1	Sword			1GC
1	Quarterstaff	Fine, Durable		12/-
3	Javelin			10/6
#	Armour	Q	F	Price
1	Leather Skullcap (Medium)	Durable		1GC 4/-
1	Leather Jack (Medium)			1GC 4/-
1	Leather Jack (Large)			12/-
1	Leather Leggings (Medium)	Lightweight		14/-
1	Cloak	Fine		20/-
#	Consumable	Q	F	Price
2	Arrow (12)			5/-
2	Barbed Arrow (12)			8/-
3	Healing Draught			10/-

Mental characteristics

Personal history

"I had always been a man of the soil, working the small plot of land my wife, Eliza, and I owned just outside the village of Grimstead. Life was simple, and our love was profound. Her laughter was the melody of my life.
One harsh winter, an illness swept through the village. Despite my desperate efforts, Eliza fell victim to the fever. I watched helplessly as the light faded from her eyes. When she passed, my world crumbled. The farm felt empty without her, every corner a painful reminder of our life together.
Grief-stricken and unable to bear the loneliness, I sold the farm. The memories were too much to endure. With a heavy heart, I packed what little I had left into a large backpack and loaded my mule, Daisy, with the rest. I decided to invest my modest savings in goods to trade, hoping the road would offer solace.
I transformed into a traveling merchant, visiting towns and villages far and wide. My calloused hands, once used to tilling soil, became adept at bartering and trading. Each new face and transaction offered a fleeting reprieve from my pain. Daisy became my steadfast companion, and the clinking of merchandise in her saddlebags was a constant reminder of my new life.
One evening, while setting up my stall in a bustling marketplace, an elderly woman noticed my distant gaze. She handed me a small, intricately carved locket. “For your wife,” she said softly. Inside was a delicate pressed flower, eerily similar to the ones Eliza used to pick. Tears welled in my eyes as I accepted the gift, feeling a rare sense of connection to my lost love.
In that moment, I realized my journey wasn’t just about running from the past but also about honoring it. I continued to travel, sharing our story with those I met, finding bittersweet comfort in keeping her memory alive.
I became a symbol of resilience and remembrance. My journey on the road was not just a means to escape my grief but also a way to find healing and connection in a world that continued to turn, even after my greatest loss."

Species

Human

Ethnicity

Reiklander

Age

41

Sex

Male

Gender

Man

Presentation

Masculine

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Shaggy Dark Brown

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Tanned, Wrinkles

Height

5' 9"

Weight

180lbs